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He
replied
:
"
Oh
,
you
will
soon
marry
--
some
prince
,
perhaps
,
and
we
shall
never
meet
any
more
.
"
She
cried
frankly
:
"
Oh
,
oh
,
I
shall
not
!
I
shall
choose
some
one
I
love
very
dearly
.
I
am
rich
enough
for
two
.
"
He
smiled
ironically
and
said
:
"
I
give
you
six
months
.
By
that
time
you
will
be
Madame
la
Marquise
,
Madame
la
Duchesse
,
or
Madame
la
Princesse
,
and
you
will
look
down
upon
me
,
Mademoiselle
.
"
She
pretended
to
be
angry
,
patted
his
arm
with
her
fan
,
and
vowed
that
she
would
marry
according
to
the
dictates
of
her
heart
.
He
replied
:
"
We
shall
see
;
you
are
too
wealthy
.
"
"
You
,
too
,
have
inherited
some
money
.
"
"
Barely
twenty
thousand
livres
a
year
.
It
is
a
mere
pittance
nowadays
.
"
"
But
your
wife
has
the
same
.
"
"
Yes
,
we
have
a
million
together
;
forty
thousand
a
year
.
We
can
not
even
keep
a
carriage
on
that
.
"
They
had
,
in
the
meantime
,
reached
the
last
drawing-room
,
and
before
them
lay
the
conservatory
with
its
rare
shrubs
and
plants
.
